story7768.xml
Title
story7768.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-17
911DA Story: Story
As I look back now, it seems like it all just happened yesterday. It was a nice day, bright with a nice temperature to it. I woke up with the normal things on my mine, like the Spanish homework that was due that I didn?t even touch last night. I got to school, and went to my first block, and everything was fine. We did activities in one of my nice teachers classes, and had fun like we always did learning about US History. So after that class I had Spanish. I walked in with the thought of not getting the points I needed for a good grade, but it was only the second week of school, so I?d be okay. Not even ten or fifteen minuets n to the class, another teacher came in and whispered into my teacher?s ear. I didn?t think much of it, but I would fine out that it was actually something that would affect the nation.
The teacher turned to the class and with a quiet voice, told us that the world trade center had been hit by a plane and that the pentagon was on fire. Now, needless to say, this information was a little off, but it was still a bit frightening, especially because of the schools close location to Washington D.C. We turned on the TV, along with the rest of the school, to see what was going on. Eventually, the teacher couldn?t take any more and she had to turn it off, for our sake and hers, but after some busy work, all our minds drifted back to what was going on, so we turned the TV back on to find that another plane had hit the second tower. Shortly after, the principal came on to the speaker to tell us to remain calm, and when we were eating lunch, to stay away from the main road in front of the school. That made things a little scary. Now, the bell rang, and walking through that hallway after class is what stands out the most in my mind about 9/11. The sounds didn?t sound right, the voices were all scared and in the back round, people crying could be heard. Immediately the clue to the crying popped into my head?close to half of the student population probably had parents in the pentagon or in the general Washington D.C. area.
The rest of the day crept by. Even when the TV was off and we weren?t even talking about it, the events kept popping into our heads every time we heard sirens zooming by the school, or somebody was heard crying in the halls. I saw more worried faces at my school that day then we all had to stay out in the football bleachers for 3 hours because of a bomb threat. When I got home, the TV got turned on and I sat down in front of it. I sat there all night, and I barely had the concentration to talk to my girlfriend, but she was also very much involved in what was going on, so it was mutual. The rest of that week went by, and the weeks after that. But that first walk through the halls still stands out to me. I?m a senior now and these are my hallways. And to think that such a combination of fear?of hate?of confusion?were all in my halls?it?s a very upsetting thought.
The teacher turned to the class and with a quiet voice, told us that the world trade center had been hit by a plane and that the pentagon was on fire. Now, needless to say, this information was a little off, but it was still a bit frightening, especially because of the schools close location to Washington D.C. We turned on the TV, along with the rest of the school, to see what was going on. Eventually, the teacher couldn?t take any more and she had to turn it off, for our sake and hers, but after some busy work, all our minds drifted back to what was going on, so we turned the TV back on to find that another plane had hit the second tower. Shortly after, the principal came on to the speaker to tell us to remain calm, and when we were eating lunch, to stay away from the main road in front of the school. That made things a little scary. Now, the bell rang, and walking through that hallway after class is what stands out the most in my mind about 9/11. The sounds didn?t sound right, the voices were all scared and in the back round, people crying could be heard. Immediately the clue to the crying popped into my head?close to half of the student population probably had parents in the pentagon or in the general Washington D.C. area.
The rest of the day crept by. Even when the TV was off and we weren?t even talking about it, the events kept popping into our heads every time we heard sirens zooming by the school, or somebody was heard crying in the halls. I saw more worried faces at my school that day then we all had to stay out in the football bleachers for 3 hours because of a bomb threat. When I got home, the TV got turned on and I sat down in front of it. I sat there all night, and I barely had the concentration to talk to my girlfriend, but she was also very much involved in what was going on, so it was mutual. The rest of that week went by, and the weeks after that. But that first walk through the halls still stands out to me. I?m a senior now and these are my hallways. And to think that such a combination of fear?of hate?of confusion?were all in my halls?it?s a very upsetting thought.
Collection
Citation
“story7768.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed January 16, 2026, https://www.911digitalarchive.org/items/show/7425.